On Judges 19

I keep you tied on a leash, Robin,
and burn you with cigarettes,
and force you to eat slop
for your own good.

I rape you, Terry,
and set you on fire,
and murder you
for your own good.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

I smash your face, Chris,
and beat you,
and humiliate you,
and make you believe
you deserve to be tortured
for your own good.

How do we talk of God's love
to the crucified children?